Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.